Contains: mature themes, slightly suggestive?including mentions of the reader being small. Timeskip!Bakugou, who might be a little out-of-character. (Inspired by the video at the end.)
The bull pit was lit in neon purples, reds, golds and y/n was laughing nervously as her friends shoved her toward the mechanical beast in the center.
“Go on, girl! You’re tiny, you’ll fly off in ten seconds!” Her friend hollered.
“That’s… not exactly encouraging,” y/n muttered, but she still climbed up, skirt swishing, boots squeaking against the padded floor.
The bull bucked to life, jerking her forward.
“OH—!” She clung to the rope handle, hair flying, the crowd cheering.
She barely noticed when a tall figure vaulted over the padded wall. He landed with heavy boots, shoulders broad enough to block the lights for a split second. Blond hair stuck out under a stolen cowboy hat, and his black t-shirt stretched across muscle like it was fighting for its life.
Before she could process what he was doing, he was behind her. On the bull. With her.
“Wha—HEY!” she squeaked, trying to twist around, but the machine jolted again and nearly sent her flying forward.
Strong hands caught her hips before she could slip.
“You’re not lasting thirty seconds without me, sweetheart,” he said in a low, rough tone like gravel dipped in whiskey.
She opened her mouth to argue, but the next buck sent her flush against his chest. His arm wrapped tight around her waist, the other braced on the bull’s neck as if he’d been born in a saddle.
From the outside, it looked obscene every lurch pressing his hips to hers, every movement a little too suggestive.
“Are you insane?!” she shouted over the crowd noise.
He smirked down at her, eyes glinting under the hat. “Nah. Just bored.”
Another wild jolt, and she yelped, clinging harder to the handle. His breath brushed her ear when he leaned in again.
“Stop fighting it. I’ve got you.”
And she believed him even though she still didn’t know his name, even though his palm was splayed over her thigh like he owned it, even though the crowd was roaring like they were watching something X-rated.
When the bull finally slowed, her pulse was still racing. He hopped down first, holding out a hand to help her off. She hesitated.
“…Who even are you?” she asked breathlessly.
He smirked, tilting the hat back to reveal sharp, mischievous eyes.
“Katsuki.” His grip tightened just enough to make her shiver. “You?”
“Y/n,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
He grinned like he already knew she was trouble.
“Well, y/n… we’re not done yet.”
Her boots hit the padded floor and her knees almost buckled. Katsuki’s hand shot out, curling around her arm to steady her.
“Easy there, princess,” he said, and it wasn’t just the nickname it was the smirk paired with it. Like he knew exactly how rattled she was.
“I’m fine,” she lied, cheeks burning.
He let his gaze travel deliberately from her boots, up her bare thighs, to the neckline of her top then back to her eyes. “Yeah… you look fine.”
Her stomach did a backflip. “You’re shameless.”
“Mm. You didn’t seem to mind when you were grinding on me in front of half the damn bar.”
Her jaw dropped. “I was trying not to die!”
“Sure you were.” He leaned in just close enough for her to smell the faint burn of whiskey on his breath. “And I was making sure you didn’t.”
Before she could fire back, he was already steering her toward the bar with a hand on the small of her back casual but possessive, like they’d walked in together. The bartender raised an eyebrow at them, but Katsuki just dropped a bill on the counter.
“Whatcha drink?” he asked, glancing at her without removing his hand.
She hesitated, still catching up to the fact that this stranger this ridiculously hot stranger had just invaded her personal space and her bloodstream.
Two minutes later, her drink was in her hand, his was in his, and he was leaning against the counter so their knees brushed every time someone passed behind them.
“So, y/n,” he drawled, taking a slow sip of his drink, “was that your first time riding?”
She blinked. “…The bull?”
The smirk widened. “Yeah. The bull.”
She tried to hide her smile behind her glass, but he caught it anyway. His eyes lit up like he’d just won something.
“You’re a terrible person,” she said, fighting a laugh.
When the music shifted to something heavier, he tilted his head toward the floor.
“Then get to know me fast.”
She wanted to say no. She really did. But when he slid his hand into hers warm, calloused, sure she was already letting him pull her away from the bar.
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